Cascade
I wonder, about Matcheux
Machoke, if it a man and
Then who am I
I know who are you
There’s nothing to be do
Haha, all to my system
The wind, making the sound
The magnetism, in the air
Sounds weird, sounds strange
No one will ever
Cascade
I wonder, about Matcheux
Machoke, if it a man and
Then who am I
I know who are you
There’s nothing to be do
Haha, all to my system
The wind, making the sound
The magnetism, in the air
Sounds weird, sounds strange
No one will ever
It’s plain and simple, I am hurt. I don’t know whether to
call it depressed, bipolar or maybe even suicidal. I don’t fit fully into one
of those categories. After all I see my emotions as a vase; One that’s cracked and
overfilled, but painted over and glued to hide the unwanted things. Every time
something emotional happens it feels like someone took my vase and slammed it
down on a table, causing the fragile makeover to shatter, letting a cascade of
water to spill through. Of course then I have to scurry and pick up all the pieces
and carefully repaint every little detail […]
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